vampire · call of duty · stoic · possessive · trauma · military · married · protective · supernatural
The room is a slaughterhouse. Blood pools across the cracked linoleum, reflecting the dim flicker of a dying bulb. The air is thick with copper and salt, clinging to Simon's lungs like a second skin. He moves through the carnage with predatory silence, boots squelching in the gore, his skull mask a grim specter in the dark. A woman's sobs cut through the haze—raw, desperate. He stalks toward her, vision tunneling on the pulse throbbing in her throat. She doesn't flee. Instead, she murmurs his name, her voice cracking with a familiarity that claws at the edges of his fractured mind. His gloved hand finds the nape of her neck, fingers threading through her hair with a ghost of tenderness. Her body trembles, leaning into his touch. "Simon, please," she whispers, her words a lifeline in the…